A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at

one who picked the name

there was a simple building with windows that had a Light

here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm

no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

doctor had almost given

lived two months longer

with a glass of water and medicine in

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had not

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

nose twitched when he heard

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite

her favorite

silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia

this, he began to fumble in his pocket

then, he stopped and shook

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

call her,”

to give Cecilia too much

he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help

she was done, Mark looked sideways at

weaker

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had

to Alexis. He

doctor had almost given up on

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

a glass of water and medicine in

to take the medicine,” Peter

seemed like he

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today

twitched when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

favorite food,”

he cautiously suggested, “How about you

this, he began to fumble in his

he stopped and shook his

it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

call her,” he said

have to give Cecilia

he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

medicines from him and swallowed them without

and a nurse came in

Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

He dreamed that he was

behavior was much

at him secretly for a while and call him

this Cecilia in his dream

gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

this point, Mark

were white, just like the

gently closed

needed

over

gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

plump foreign nurse was in the

return home. He missed his home

the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

couldn’t

up as long

he wouldn’t

to stay strong and fight

he was finding it difficult to go

sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much

grew up. The plane

to go there because

trembled as he thought

Peter came back to the

run into a snowstorm on his way, so

time. The pumpkin pies are

paper planes Mark had been making

arranged the paper planes and smiled at

some of your

Mark only actually took a

was not more

put down the

narrowed his eyes and

back home and have a family

Angela’s Library

him. But he could

could ask him about it, Mark’s

was around 4 a.m.

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

into a

boy,”

Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so

sounded a

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

to a girl that

phone trembled so violently that

silence, Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

to come see you next week. I’ll ask her

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no

except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up like

Mark sniffed and

of the call, he never

was eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

on the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given

and he did a fist

said with a

of

agreement and began to stroke one

really wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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